To become an able commander of language. While I think I could be an effective writer, I lack focus and an efficient voice.

To wear groovy-like duds. Nice English-cut suits with Tony Llama Ostrich Boots (cuz I'm wierd) or, if I can get into JAG, an eagle on my cap and officer shineys on my shoulders. Army Dress Blues for a JAG are sharp--the hatband and shoulder boards are blue with white trim. Even everyday Class Bs would be cool, I think.

To put some spit in my mouth. While one side of my family is a pure procession of gifted Hungarian musicians, the other is a long line of Pittsburgh River Rustics, or, rednecks. I grew up around the latter side, in corresponding situations. I was raised by a single mother and have a knacking desire to do something officially substantial. Since I went through undergrad with my head up my rear, I'm hoping this is the ticket. It's pricey enough....